***WARNING – Adult Content. Rated M**** ok so now that that's out of the way, here's chapter 7. I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm getting married in a coupe of weeks and I have no downtime. I really hope you guys like this chapter. I have never written anything like this before and I'm kind of crazy nervous about it….which may have also contributed to the delayed posting. Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

If there was some part of her that thought he would be sweet the way Matt had been, he crushed it with his mouth. And his hands. And his body pressing into hers. She was sinking inside his kiss, losing herself in the feel of tongue sweeping over hers. Damon's arms wound around her waist to pull her closer to him. She melted into his lean frame, loving the feel of his hard chest pressed against hers. He pulled away from the kiss so he could drag her shirt over her head, leaving her standing before him in nothing but the lacy black bra and her denim shorts. Damon's eyes darkened as they raked over her body, making the blood rush to her cheeks. Elena had never been so exposed in front of anyone and she immediately crossed her arms over her chest.

He grabbed her wrists and gently pushed her arms down to her sides. She gazed up at him, feeling utterly vulnerable.

"Don't ever hide from me. You're beautiful, Elena" the aqua pools of his eyes were working their magic on her again, leaving her spellbound and unable move. Keeping her trapped under spell of his crystal clear stare, Damon let go of her wrists and splayed his hands across her stomach. His cool touch moved slowly up her ribcage to her breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he ran his thumbs up and down the valley of her cleavage. His fingers danced their way up to her clavicle and pushed the straps down her shoulders. Reverently, he stroked her arms with his knuckles.

"So soft" he remarked under his breath.

Elena sighed contentedly at the soft caresses. Everywhere he touched left fiery trails across her skin and any embarrassment over standing half naked in his kitchen, disappeared. He slid his arms back around her waist and dipped his head down to pull her into another searing kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she gladly let him in. Damon groaned against her lips as her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers dug into the hair on the back of his head. The grip he had on her waist grew tighter and a moment later she felt his hands under her ass as he lifted her onto the counter, swiping their forgotten lunch out of the way. Then he was standing between her legs, yanking her hips forward and crushing her against him. His hands felt like they were everywhere all at once and his mouth moved to her throat nipping his way up to her jaw and over to her earlobe.

Elena whimpered and clung to his shoulders for dear life. Her whole body was vibrating with desire, her skin tingled with the heat of his touch, and she couldn't control the tiny cries he elicited each time he found a new place to arouse and excite her. To her horror, he stilled his hands and put his mouth next to her ear.

"If you want to stop, you have to tell me now" He breathed and his hands started running lazily up and down the outsides of her thighs. He was giving her an out and she knew she should take it. What little sense she had left knew she should be running away as fast as she could.

"No." she muttered without thinking. Everything he was doing to her just felt so good. How could she tell him to stop?

"No, what?" he asked as his hands wandered closer to her center then back away again, tormenting her senses.

"Mmmmm" was all she could manage.

"I need to hear you say it" he told her. He'd started running his fingertips in circles at the small of her back, sending little tremors down her spine. She'd tell him anything he wanted as long as he kept touching her.

"No, I don't want you to stop"

He took her hand in his and placed it firmly over his groin. Oh…she didn't have a lot of firsthand knowledge but the growing warmth under her fingers did not, by any means, feel small.

"Are you sure?" he asked "I'm not the paper-boy, Elena."

She pulled her hand back

"You were listening?" she asked mortified.

He grinned salaciously at her "Only for a minute."

"Jerk" She mumbled.

"Mmm-hmmm" he agreed and nuzzled her neck before leaning back to look her in the eyes.

She'd never been so nervous in her whole life but she knew she wanted this. She wanted him. Cautiously she placed her palm back over the impressive bulge and slowly moved her hand up and down. His eyes fluttered closed before he dropped his head to rest on her shoulder.

Damon suddenly went rigid and stumbled backwards

"Ahhhhhh!" he screamed and grabbed the sides of his head "Goddamnit! Fuck!" He shouted and fell to the floor.

"Damon? What's wrong?" she leapt off the counter and knelt in front of him.

He collapsed backwards and fished in his pocket for his phone.

"A Bennett witch just died" he said and started dialing.

Putting the phone to his ear, he pulled himself to his feet and started to pace.

No, no, no. This can't be happening. The sound in his head could only be described as a screaming whistle and he'd only heard it a handful of times in the last hundred some years. His ears were still ringing when he finally he heard the click on the other end of the phone.

"Bonnie?" he said frantically.

"Damon…" the witch sobbed into the phone

"What the hell just happened? Are you ok?"

"Grams" she choked.

"What happened? Where are you?"

"I….I…I'm still on the island. She…I don't know, Damon. She told me to go find an herb in the garden and when I got back she was…." she started crying hysterically.

"How? Did something kill her?" he didn't understand, Bennett witches were notoriously difficult to kill and they lived exceptionally long lives. Shelia Bennett was 87 but the last time he saw her she didn't look a day over 40. The idea that something might have harmed her had anger bubbling in his stomach. He didn't like people messing with his witches

He heard more sniffling and crying on the other end.

"Bonnie, I know this is hard but I need you to calm down and talk to me. Listen to me, you're going to be ok, take a deep breath and tell me exactly what happened."

There was a pause and then he heard her take a shaky breath.

"She's been weird ever since we found out about Elena and the stake. I think she's taught me more spells in the last 48 hours than she has in my entire life. Then she started drinking this tea, she said it would help us but she kept getting weaker. I tried to tell her to stop but she said she knew what she was doing. Today she didn't even get out of bed and when I came back from the garden….she wasn't breathing and I couldn't bring her back. What do I do, Damon?" her voice cracked.

The anger subsided and was quickly replaced by sorrow. He suspected he knew what had happened. Shelia had passed her powers on to her granddaughter and let nature take its' course. Magic had kept the cancer at bay for years and without it, the witch he'd first met when she was just 16 was no more.

"Come home. Get on a plane and come home now" he didn't care if there was no actual threat. He wanted her back here where it was safe.
"I can't just leave her here!"

"Call Caroline, she'll make the arrangements and then you go to the airport and get home. Understood?"

"Yes" she sounded a little calmer now.

"Bonnie?"

"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry about your Grams."

"Thank you, Damon. I'll see you soon"

He heard her hang up and he turned to find Elena gaping at him.

She had never seen him like that, so protective and commanding. For someone who claimed to do nothing but hurt people, he spent an awful lot of time protecting them.

"Is everything ok?" she asked.

"Bonnie's grandmother died" there was a sadness in his eyes that she'd never seen before and she wanted very badly to hug him. Instead she reached out and took his hand lightly in hers.

"You cared about her" it wasn't a question. She could see it written all over his face.

Damon shrugged and stared at the floor "I met her when she was a little younger than you and that was 70 years ago."

"That's a long time to be friends with someone."

"I don't know if I would call us friends. After her mother was killed, I had a house built a few miles into the woods for her and we've had a mutually beneficial relationship ever since. She was just a teenager when she moved in. Years later her daughter grew up there, and her daughter's daughter was raised in that house. It's just strange to think she doesn't live there anymore."

"It's ok to admit that you cared about her, Damon. It's just us and I promise not to tell anyone."

He looked up at her with a pained expression and she couldn't take it anymore. Elena stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, forgetting that she was still topless. He was stiff at first but after a moment he gave in and returned the embrace, pulling her tight against him.

"I'm going to miss her" he whispered it so quietly she almost didn't hear him. Her heart was breaking for him but she couldn't think of anything to say so she rose up on to her tip toes and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

They stood there for a long time, just holding one another, not saying anything. Then she felt the tips of Damon's fingers stroking lightly up her back. Elena shuddered against him and rested her forehead against his shoulder as he continued his feather light caresses. She took long, deep breaths, inhaling his heady scent.

"You smell so good" she purred.

"Do I?" he asked, sounding amused.

"Mmmm-hmmm" she burrowed her nose into his chest, breathing him in.

"What do I smell like?"

She smiled against his chest "You smell like Damon."

He tilted his head back and tipped her chin up with his finger to look at him. His eyes were still sad but his lips were turned up in a sweet smile. Elena felt her body move all on its own and before she even knew what she was doing, her arms made their way up and around his neck so she could pull his head down to kiss him. She was pretty sure she'd only meant to give him a comforting peck on the lips. Then Damon took over and their tongues were tangled together in a fervent kiss. He walked them backwards until her backside was up against the counter.

"Now where were we?" he asked coyly and gripped her hips "Oh that's right. We were here." He lifted her up and set her back down on the counter. Picking up where he left off, he pulled her forward and stepped between her legs.

"And you were doing something with your hand…What was it?" his voice was teasing but his expression was undeniably devilish. She sensed that he needed this; to be here with her, to find comfort in their connection and forget that he'd just lost one of his oldest friends.

Feeding on his playful mood, she reached her hand down and put it back over the fly on his pants but didn't move it.

"This?" she asked sweetly

"Hmmm, close but I think there was some fondling involved."

Enjoying the little game, she squeezed gently at his growing erection and then let go.

"Like that?"

"It's dangerous to tease a vampire, Elena" he warned and the next second her bra was across the kitchen and she was naked from the waist up.

"You ripped it!" she cried

"Yep" he said shamelessly

"I liked that bra" she pouted

"I'll buy you another one" he growled before his hands covered the exposed flesh, testing their weight with his palms and brushing his thumbs over the dusky tips.

Elena moaned and leaned back to give him better access. One of his arms snaked around her back and he pulled her forward so he could replace his hands with his mouth. The sensation left her gasping for breath and clutching at his shoulders to keep her from falling off the counter.

"Oh god…" she sighed

Damon dragged his mouth away from her nipple to draw her up and cup her face, his expression imploring.

"If we go any further, there's no turning back. You know that right?" he was trying to warn her off again but it wasn't going to work.

"I know. I want this. I want you, Damon" she said. The words resonated in her mind no turning back. She didn't want to go back. Ever.

"Then wrap your legs around me and hold on tight" he commanded.

She did as he said and there was a blur of movement before she felt her back bounce on something soft. It was a bed. His bed and he was crawling up her body, pushing her legs apart as he made his way back to her mouth. She melted into his kiss while his hand slid under her body to pull her closer. She put her arms around his shoulders and cradled his hips between her legs. The kiss had started out gentle, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth. Then his lips became more demanding, his tongue pushed deeper, and she had to twist her head away to catch her breath. She could feel his now fully erect length pushing on her core through his pants and her body arched into him, needing to be as near to him as possible.

Did she know what she was doing to him? Her mouth yielding to him, her curvy little body wriggling under him, the smell of the blood rushing under her skin, it was all driving him wild. He let her breathe and pulled back to look at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and he could see the blood pulsing wildly through the vein in her neck. Keeping his weight off of her, he leaned down to run his nose up the column of her throat and inhaled the rich scent of the life-force coursing through her veins. It was a test of control. He needed to be sure he could do this without hurting her. Since he'd passed, he decided his reward was to rid her of the rest of her clothes. He reached between them with one hand, ripped her shorts down the middle, and discarded them in one swift movement. She let out a gasp and stared down at her now bare legs.

"They were in my way" he said.

He let his eyes wander over her, her olive skin glowed in the afternoon light, and the simple black lace panties made him harder than any lingerie ever had.

"Perfect" he whispered and leaned back to sit on his legs so he could get a better view. She tried to push her knees back together but his hand stopped her and pressed them back open.

"Stay just like that" he told her.

He came back between her legs and hovered over her, his hand running from her ankle to her hip. Her skin was so soft, he wanted to spend days touching and tasting every inch of her. Knowing this could be his only opportunity he took his time, his hands traveling up her long shapely legs, over the swell of her hips, and back to the tempting mounds on her chest. He couldn't seem to stay away from them, they fit so perfectly in his hands and he loved the tiny sounds she made when he used his tongue and teeth on her.

Could a person go blind from need? She wondered to herself. Her mind was blurry from his mouth paying equal attention to both breasts and when his blunt teeth bit down softly on her nipple, stars burst behind her eyes. It took her a moment to realize the stunned cry of pleasure had come from her lips. Then his lips were moving downward, placing kisses along her ribcage, her stomach, and stopped at the hem of her underwear. He hooked a finger in the waistband and inched them down her legs, leaving her completely naked before him. The way he was looking at her, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her skin, had her fighting the urge to cover herself up.

"Why am I naked and you're not?" she asked shakily.

"That, is an excellent question" he said and then he was above her again, his weight resting outstretched arms, looking down at her with dilated eyes.

"Why don't you help me?" his low, husky voice sent a tiny shiver down her spine.

She gingerly grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his flawless torso. He had the kind of body artist's dream of; lean hips, chiseled muscles, gleaming white skin, and a little trail of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared beneath his jeans. The tips of her fingers started there, running over the patch of hair and up to his abs. She laid her palms flat on his stomach and traced the lines of hard muscle up his chest and down his arms. The skin was cool, hard and once she started she couldn't stop touching him. Her hands traveled over the corded muscles of his shoulders and back. He stayed very still above her but she could hear his labored breath and he seemed absorbed in the movement of her hands, slivers of blue around black pupils following them wherever they went. Keeping her eyes on his face, she brought her fingers back to his front and slipped just the tips under the waistband of his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear and when her hand dove a little deeper she brushed over the soft skin at the top of his erection.

His head dropped to her shoulder and he hummed in pleasure.

"Take them off 'Lena" he rasped.

She was testing his limits. His entire being was screaming at him to take her. The responsiveness of her body was maddening, he could hardly wait to be inside her, to show her what real pleasure was. He gathered his restraint and held as still as possible while she explored his body, loving the sensation of her hands on his skin. He wanted her to enjoy this and want him as badly as he wanted her but when her long fingers reached inside his pants, he felt himself slipping. She cautiously unsnapped the top button and slowly pulled down his zipper. He couldn't hold still anymore, he had to get his hands on her. He reached between her parted thighs with one hand and gently ran his finger up and down her damp folds. She whimpered loudly and shoved his pants down his hips. He wriggled the rest of the way out of them with his free arm, leaving him naked. Adjusting his weight so he was propped up on his elbow lying next to her, he continued the deliberately slow motion with his index finger and pressed his thumb down on the little bundle of nerves at her apex. Watching her go wild under his hand made the agony of waiting to get inside her worth every second. Her eyes were squeezed shut, she was chewing fervently on her lower lip, her head was thrashing against the pillow, and her fingers had a death grip on his bedspread.

"Damon…" she breathed.

"Hmmm?" he murmured lazily, appreciating the sight of her unbelievably sexy figure writhing under his touch.

"I…I…need…." Her face scrunched up and her hips bucked upwards.

"What do you need?" he increased the pressure with his thumb and dipped just the tip of his finger inside her, then pulled it away to resume lightly stroking her.

She made a strangled noise and pushed her hips upward again.

He moved the finger away "Tell me what you need, baby."

"More….I need more…please" she whispered desperately.

"Look at me" he demanded and moved his hand back to her entrance.

Her eyes flew open and she turned her soft brown gaze to meet his deep blue stare. The moment her eyes met his, he pushed his finger all the way inside her and started rapidly moving his thumb against her bud. Her eyes rolled back as he started moving the lone digit in and out of her. When he added a second finger and pressed upward on that spot she started chanting his name.

He picked up the pace and leaned his head down next to hers.

"Come, come right now Elena"

A kaleidoscope of colors crashed into her vision at his words and she felt herself shatter in his hands. He purred encouragements in her ear as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her that's it, good girl… let it come… you're so wet for me…. His voice seemed to make everything more intense. Her legs were still shaking when she felt his weight on top of her again. Looking down at him for the first time a tiny quake of fear went through her. He was even bigger than he'd felt through his jeans.

"Is this going to hurt?" she asked seriously

"No" he said without a trace of doubt "it's going to feel really, really good."

He settled between her legs and she felt him nudging at her center. Pushing the fear away, she twined her arms about his neck and spread her thighs as far apart as she could. He reached between them and she felt him start to push inside her. The movement was excruciatingly slow at first but when her hips bowed up to meet his, he drove forward and filled her to the hilt with a groan.

"Jesus, you're tight" his voice was hoarse and he'd stopped moving entirely.

"Please…" she cried and wriggled underneath him. The feeling of having him buried inside her was amazing and all she could think was that she needed him to move now.

Feeling her walls adjust to him, he smiled down at her. She was absolute perfection and for the moment, she was all his. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in. She arched against him with a deep moan and her full, heaving breasts pressed against his front created a wonderful friction. He repeated the motion and her legs quivered.

"Does that feel good?" he prompted and set a steady rhythm, plunging in and out of her while her slim body struggled to find the movements to match his.

"Yessss"

"Tell me. Tell me how it feels" he ran his hand down her thigh and lifted her leg to get deeper.

"It feels….full….deep…so deep inside me" she murmured.

"You feel so good, Elena. So snug and hot around me" he picked up his pace incrementally and her hips rose up, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her legs automatically went around his waist. She was grabbing at his shoulders and he could feel her nails digging half-moons into his skin. Grabbing her hips, he changed angles and started hitting the sweet spot at core over and over. She screamed in ecstasy and her hips starting bucking wildly against his. She was mumbling his name over and over until it gave way to incoherent cries and moans.

"Are you gonna come for me, 'Lena?" he purred.

"Yes, yes. Oh God yes. Damon, please…"

She was on the edge, all she needed was a little push from him and she'd go tumbling into oblivion.

"Open your eyes" he wanted to see her come undone

There was just enough clarity in her brain to remember what she wanted to ask him before this was over. Meeting his eyes, she reached up and cupped his face.

"Wait, wait for one second" her voice was shaking and her body screamed in frustration when he slowed his thrusts.

"Are you ok?" his voice was shaking, too.

"Yes, I feel incredible but I want…I want you to…" she was annoyed at herself for being too embarrassed to say it but he read her mind. A moment later his face changed, the telltale veins moved under his skin and his eyes turned their eerie red.

"Is this what you want?" he asked and bared his razor sharp incisors at her.

"Yes" she said, enthralled by the transformation of his features. She wasn't sure what it said about her that she found him just as attractive like this as she did every other minute of the day but at the moment, she didn't care.

"I won't hurt you" he promised

"I trust you" she told him earnestly.

He turned his face in her hand and kissed her palm. Their bodies started moving in unison, slow again at first and quickly picking up speed. He brought her to the precipice once more and before she could beg him for release, he buried his face in her neck and she felt the pin-prick of his fangs sink into her skin. The entire world could have fallen to pieces right then and she would have never noticed. There was only him, moving fast and hard inside her, taking slow sips from the shallow wound in her neck. Spots danced in front of her eyes and she distantly heard herself calling his name.

Nothing in his abnormally long life had ever felt like this. She had given herself over to him completely, entrusting him with her life and her body. He was lost in the feeling of her body enveloping his and the ambrosia of her blood flowing through him. The controlled thrusts turned to him pounding into her with bruising force, her cries spurring him on. At the last moment, he reared back to watch her as the orgasm took them both over the brink and he came inside her with a rumbling growl. Blood dripped from his chin onto her chest and he immediately bent his head to lick it off her skin, smearing more blood across her breasts and cleavage. Her chest covered in blood and her body trembling all over from her orgasm was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't recall wanting anything more than he wanted her. He wanted to keep her here with him forever. Just the thought of being without her was painful. How was he ever going to give her back? Deciding that he wanted to revel in the fact that she was naked in his bed, Damon rolled them so she could rest her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"Mmm, I'm so tired" she mumbled and snuggled closer to him.

He smoothed her hair with hand and kissed the top of her head.

"Sleep, baby" he told her.

"You won't leave me?" she asked sleepily.

"Never"